Californication

Lights, Camera, Action.

Where the magic happens.
Hotel California. The Wild West.
The Golden State, the Golden Gate.
The big break. James Dean.
The Beverly Hillbillies. The gold rush.

The City of Angels, Land of Dreamers.
The palm tree paradise. Baywatch. Coachella. Joe Montana.
Rodeo Drive. Big Sur, Joshua Tree, LAX, LAX.

California sure knows how to party
The Hills have eyes, houses full of lies.

The Green Flash. The Neverending Summer.
Surfing in the morning and snowboarding in the afternoon.
The Dodgers… dodging wildfires.

Living in a David Hockney Painting.
Larry David is your neighbor.
The sky radiating burnt orange colors behind a row of waving palm tree shillouttes. The sky getting more vibrant, minute by minute until the eventual nightfall.

What kind of chocolates were these anyway?

Old naked guys at Blacks Beach. Woke Fake Yogi Gurus on Abbot Kinney.
Everyone after the bigger better deal.

Californication is not only a way of life but a calling.
There is something in the back of your mind pushing you to go west, never looking back.

Chasing your dreams.
It’s the late summer air, of driving with he top down in Malibu with the weekend ahead.
It’s being your best self, going gluten free and vegan - for a week.
It’s meditating and charging your crystals but also partying until 5am.
It’s balance.

The Paradox that is the California sun that attracts us all.
Some it entraps, some It empowers.

The Facades of Hollywood tell all. Not everything that appears, is as it seems.
Once you check in you can never leave
Such a lovely place, such a lovely place.

Phillip Silverstein


 

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